Faces

By TropicalSnowstorm

Their faces never seem to be quite in focus, but I can see their hands and feet.

Bronzed fingers pulling on my pant legs and pointing toward things they cannot yet name,
curls moving like soap bubbles sliding along invisible ribbons before a final pirouette.
Ancient tribal sounds rise as two drummers play goat skins at 110 beats per minute,
the rhythm enveloping, filling, teething, casting oracle visions in random bursts of colour.

A room decorated with stencils, sea animals, outlet covers, cushions for sharp corners,
prepared lovingly, if a bit manically, anticipating twin sets of limbs crawling in all directions.
Neighborhood playgrounds, bodies arching through the air from swings into waiting sand below,
brushing off palms against shirt tails as legs pump rapidly toward the steps to a slide.

Waves of sound pushing toward the do-I-look-pretty’s, first dates, college applications,
band posters replacing sea animals and covering stencils, inexorably ending with an empty room.
Bronzed fingers wrapped around wine glasses, entering the what-do-I-do-now’s, sharing stories,
enjoying time, lingering together on the porch even as it is becoming too cold to be out there.

Crushing silence strangles the rhythm, surprising in its pitiless abruptness, permeating, final,
dispersing the images into vapor as I am left standing at the center of a half-finished room.
A floor covered in drop clothes, paint cans, fabric samples, unrealized experiences,  
and I think how much they would have loved it here, while mourning the never-will-be’s.

Their hands swing as their feet carry them away from me, and I will never see their faces.

 
--- by Steve McKennon, 8/7/13

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Copyright 2013 TropicalSnowstorm
Published on Tuesday, November 1, 2016.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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  • heinzlet On Monday, March 9, 2015, heinzlet (48)By person wrote:

    Wow, I felt as if I were reading John Updike, that typical yet epic short story ending, gradually leading into a mind-blowing conclusion of life itself. I really liked this one, thank you for sharing:)

  • Nimue44 On Wednesday, December 3, 2014, Nimue44 (390)By person wrote:

    I feel this dull ache. Sprinkled with loneliness. And all of that wrapped in the beauty of seeing the world keep moving. It's beautiful.

  • Drayvinio On Sunday, September 14, 2014, Drayvinio (18)By person wrote:

    Simply lovely. So vivid.

  • theotherwoman On Friday, December 20, 2013, theotherwoman (61)By person wrote:

    Amazing....what I wouldn't do to write like this...you have a gift...I love this...

  • sixsixnine On Thursday, August 8, 2013, sixsixnine (489)By person wrote:

    Beautiful in its sad bed. I feel it creeping in! Brilliant work brother! It's been a long while since I've come here to read, your's are always among my favorites. Never stop!

  • Chalin On Thursday, August 8, 2013, Chalin (14)By person wrote:

    TS~ Your new work made my heart ache. Kept imagining my new baby girl, just 9 months old. How I prepared her room and imagined the coming years. The work successfully communicated the esoteric feelings of hope and sadness when something is anticipated and lost before it was ever held. Happy to see you are still writing! Hugs!

  • dwells On Wednesday, August 7, 2013, dwells (5407)By person wrote:

    Your author's note helped to define this over-powering sense of loss. Keep the memories close - they are our treasures, cheers!

  • tammysoleno On Wednesday, August 7, 2013, tammysoleno (78)By person wrote:

    you really descibe everything in this poem very well I feel like I am there and experiencing this with the writer I enjoyed reading this poem

  • FadedBlues On Wednesday, August 7, 2013, FadedBlues (3074)By person wrote:

    ...cycles of life, & you fill them elegantly w/the colors of music, changing scenery, evolving priorities, & the final limping away...

  • Dancing_Monkey On Wednesday, August 7, 2013, Dancing_Monkey (1301)By person wrote:

    Stunning. I don't know where to start or stop if I am to give this praise.

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